[Verse 1]You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rockPussy nigga putting rings on my old bitchDick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggasHappy cause you went gold ass niggasThese niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than meFuck out my section you ain't sitting with meThis for very important people, it's clear that we not equalClear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall MathersLike "ying, ying, ying" on a motherfuckerWho needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker?Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfuckerCalifornia throne and I'm the King on this motherfuckerI don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyricsCrying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel itOld lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggasRolling blunts for the boss ass niggasI came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggasYour Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggasTampon lyricists, evacuate the premisesMute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shitMay you Rest in Piss, you fuck niggas, ehFrank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your classTake your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

[Break]Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boyAnd every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, you bitch boyAnd when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

[Verse 2]I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neckI was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my setWord to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my setGave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my setI'm from Compton where that Glock can't fuck with that TecThat's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neckThis is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit resetFive in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vestDon't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy niggaStrangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass WeezyFake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shopNigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clockSpeaking of time, how much more 'til the Game dropSo you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name dropsI been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog houseFuck all these pussys, give me any name to call outLeft Aftermath, Dre told me ball outStunna put me on a private jet then we balled outLanded in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all outBlack Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

[Outro]Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfuckerDrop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfuckerI should let my daughter scream on this motherfuckerThe industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfuckerRide outBlood money, we gon' ride outRide outAnd don't think I won't send six niggas to your hide outRich Gang